I HAVE THIS
ELSEWHERE I'M SURE
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CyberPals!
What a great big western welcome everyone has
given me! Thank you, friends!
I'm very happy to have been invited to this group!
Here are a few facts about me and some Riders in
the Sky talk as well.
I am 53 years old and I live in Arizona. I have
worked at Arizona State University for
twenty-three years. I have just happily returned
to teaching duties this semester having been the
Associate Director of the American English and
Culture Program for nine years.
I discovered the riders in the eighties and became
a fan. I have been a life-long guitar player and I
began to study Ranger Doug's style.
Thanks to an article RD wrote about guitar playing
and his example song "Down the Trail to San
Antone," which he had broken down on paper to show
a-chord-almost-every-beat style, I was able to get
a handle on how RD played. I kept imitating his
guitar playing and when he came out with his
instructional video, I really began to put it
together in a way that really smokes! Because of
this, I have been able to play on stage sort of as
a guest with some top guitarists and have had more
fun than you can believe. Thanks Riders!
I have been inspired also by Woody and Slim's and
Doug's song writing. Of course I was already
inspired by the Beatles and other great composers,
but I think Blue Bonnet Lady and Cowboy Song are
especially good compositions and Arms of my Love
must be one of the most beautiful melodies ever
penned -- the simple words go great with it. So I
started writing songs myself and it remains one of
my favorite hobbies along with recording, bird
watching, writing, and making software.
There is a street corner four miles from my house
with some sewage ponds and this weekend I will be
making my 522nd trip there to watch birds. I wrote
a software "bird processing" program to track and
graph all the sightings and I have 134 species
recorded for that one street corner out of the
5446 individual birds that I have seen and
recorded there. I'm writing a whole book on it
called Bird Watching at Elliot and Cooper Roads. I
also wrote THE ARTICLE BOOK, published first by
Prentice Hall and now by the University of
Michigan Press. Its subject is the three words
"A," "AN," and "THE" in English. It's kind of
funny that I have a book on bird watching on only
one street corner and an English book on only
three words! The English book has been doing all
right for eight years, but I hope one day to
choose a subject with ..er... broader appeal so I
can make some real money! Well, the riders have
made a career out of the 1% of the western in
country western, so I'm not that unusual.
In 1994, I was receiving the old saddle pals
newsletter via snail mail and noted that the
riders would be in Las Vegas. I got a plane ticket
and went to see them. In 1998, I recalled the trip
in an essay I wrote in a writing class that I took
at ASU. It isn't great literature -- just a short
piece telling what happened so I won't forget --
but I like it because it captures what it was like
for me to see the riders for the first time.
I'll write less next time; don't worry!
Trailboss Tom
Here's the story. I hope that Riders fans young
and old will enjoy reading it because we all can
remember our first Riders concert .....
ENCOUNTER WITH RIDERS IN THE SKY
By Tom Cole
It was an ordinary lounge in a brand new Las Vegas
casino and its tiny stage was only a foot above
the floor. There were maybe twenty small round
tables in the room, one of which bore a sign that
read, "Reserved for Riders in the Sky." The
Riders, of course, would not be sitting there;
they'd be on the stage. I guessed that the table
was for the equipment manager or for the Riders'
family members or friends.
I looked the place over, marveling at how small it
was and I thought, "Oh, man, I'm going to be
sitting right in front of them when they play."
There was not yet a single person in the lounge
and I knew I had plenty of time to choose a good
table. Then a fear struck me, and I went up to the
bar to make sure that nothing had gone wrong. But
all was well; the barmaid said that the act was
still scheduled for eight o'clock.
When I turned to pick out a table, they were
suddenly there -- two of the trio anyway: Ranger
Doug, guitarist and Too Slim, bass player. They
looked just like they did on TV, jazzed up in
their Hollywood western outfits.
"Oh," I said nervously to Too Slim. "I'm such a
fan." I stuck out my hand and he shook it.
The Riders in the Sky book I had brought with me
was in my other hand and I held it up. "I wondered
if you could sign this for me."
"What's your name?" Too Slim asked.
"Tom. "
"Tom?"
"Yeah, I flew over from Arizona just to see your
show tonight."
Too Slim wrote, "Howdy Tom!" on the title page and
drew a cartoon cowboy hat there.
I shook Ranger Doug's hand and said, "I'm your
biggest fan." I opened the book to an article that
he had written. The article was on rhythm guitar
technique. It ended with some sheet music showing
how to imitate the astonishing Ranger Doug style
of rhythm guitar playing. The style entailed
playing a different chord for every beat (or
nearly so) of every measure of an entire song. "I
play guitar and I found this extremely helpful," I
told him. "I hope you'll find time to write some
other articles like this."
"That's all I know," said Ranger Doug.
I was surprised at how soft spoken he was. This
guy could yodel louder and better than anyone I'd
ever heard. I wondered how his off-stage demeanor
could be so subdued.
"Are you going to be playing the L-5 tonight?"
"No," said Ranger Doug, quietly. "I didn't bring
it." He took the book from me and thumbed through
it to show a photo of the guitar he planned to
play. It was an old Gibson square-shouldered
dreadnought.
"Why that guitar especially? Does it roar like the
L-5?"
"No, but it travels well and if someone steps on
it, it isn't the end of the world."
I knew what he meant. Most guitars are not very
expensive, but the L5 is an offshoot of the old
Gibson Super 800, which was so named because in
1939 it cost $800. An arch top instrument like a
violin (with F holes), it was designed big and
noisy to be heard over the brass bands of the
time. The L5 is similarly designed and its price
is comparably high; a few weeks earlier, I had
looked up the model in a Gibson catalog and found
it listed for $12,000. I'd never even seen a real
one.
Ranger Doug talked in almost a whisper about
guitars and touring. Then he went through the book
with me before signing it. Too Slim looked on all
smiles and patience. Ranger Doug's wife, Diana
"the Scandinavian Goddess" (Everyone associated
with the Riders has an epithet.) walked up and
joined us. (NOTE: I at least THOUGHT this was
Diana; perhaps it was someone else in their
entourage.)
"Would you guys mind if got a picture of me with
you?" I asked.
"I don't mind," Too Slim said.
I stood between them and Ranger Doug put his arm
around me as his wife took the picture with my
camera.
"Well, I'll look forward to seeing you guys at
eight o'clock." I said.
"Okay, Tom," said Too Slim.
"See you," Ranger Doug whispered.
I chose a table next to the stage and read through
a field guide on birds to kill time. When the
lounge began to fill, I shared the table with some
locals. They'd seen the trio just once on TV and
were hooked. When they heard the Riders were in
town, they had come running. I knew a lot more
than they did about the group and I filled them
in.
The show started in the Riders' usual way: music
and then introductions. Ranger Doug began with,
"Ladies and Gentlemen to my left -- your right--
as you stare into your radio this evening, a man
aging like fine cheese. Too Slim!"
But Ranger Doug's voice was barely audible. It
cracked and he seemed in pain just getting the
words out.
"And I'm glad to be here!" said Too Slim. "Thanks,
Ranger Doug."
"And to my right and your left -- his Royal
Majesty, Woody Paul, the King of the Cowboy
Fiddlers!"
Woody smiled. "Thank you, friends," he said.
"Thank you so much. No, no, keep your seats --
that's all right."
When the applause ebbed, Woody went on. "Thank you
for that wonderful, warm applause, but kindly save
your strength because -- here stands a man above
the rest. He's more than equal to any test. He's a
man of gumption, grit, truth. Known to millions as
the Idol of American Youth. Ranger Doug!"
"That's me!" said Ranger Doug, but the words came
out as just a croak. The tall crooner's voice was
gone.
"Oh, no!" I said to the people at the table.
"Ranger Doug has laryngitis!"
The Riders explained that Ranger Doug's problem
was "swollen vocal chords," an affliction that
professional singers occasionally get. No one
knows why, but sometimes it happens and then later
it gets better. They hoped.
The band launched into its songs and Ranger Doug
was mostly just pretending to sing. Woody Paul
took over the yodeling and Too Slim and he did the
singing along with what very little Ranger Doug
could add. The music was still excellent, but the
jury-rigged PA system that the lounge had put
together made it tough going for the Riders.
Indeed, there was at least one time when the
feedback got so badly out of control that the
whole song just ground to a crashing halt.
During the intermission, I approached Woody Paul
for his autograph. He looked at me and said, "I've
got to apologize for this sound system."
"It's a shame about Ranger Doug's voice," I said.
"Do you think it'll get better?"
"I don't know. It's been this way for three
months," he said. "And I'm tired of doing all the
yodeling."
"You're good!" I said . And it was true. I was
very surprised at how well Woody could yodel.
"Hey, Too Slim would like that book," Woody Paul
said, pointing at the field guide.
"Is he a bird watcher?"
"Sure."
I took the book over to Too Slim and asked him if
he ever used Robbins and Singer's book. He said he
used the Roger Tory Peterson Guides and had become
interested in birds when he got his degree in
biology.
I knew that Too Slim also had a master's in
wildlife management. All of the Riders had
advanced degrees: Ranger Doug a master's in
literature and Woody Paul a Ph.D. in plasma
physics from M.I.T. Too Slim, however, had perhaps
the greatest claim to fame on the college scene
for he single-handedly started the world-wide
"Paul Is Dead" Rumor back in 1969 when he was
editor of his university's newspaper.
I wanted to ask him about how he had taken up the
string bass, but there were other fans that wanted
a chance to talk.
I went back to my table, and watched Ranger Doug
greet the fans with a button on his shirt that
said, "No questions, please. I'm on Voice Rest." I
was just about the only one who got to talk to him
that night. His wife sat at the Riders' reserved
table chain-smoking with a giant daiquiri in front
of her and laughing with a girlfriend.
When the Riders went into their next set, I
requested a Woody Paul tune called Blue Bonnet
Lady. I knew that Ranger Doug didn't sing the lead
on that one.
Too Slim looked down at me and said into the mike,
"Hey, everybody! It's Tumbleweed Tom from
Arizona!"
I sat there grinning stupidly. "Oh, these Riders
are real people pleasers," I thought as the locals
at my side dug me in the ribs and banged on the
table.
As the show continued, I tried to imagine what it
must be like to be on twenty years of non-stop
road tours. This was just one of the
one-hundred-plus shows the Riders put on that
year. And Ranger Doug wouldn't get his voice back
for another eight long months.
In the meantime, I sat basking in the obscure fame
that Too Slim had manufactured for me.
he a-chord-almost-every-beat style, I was able to
get a handle on how RD played. I kept imitating
his guitar playing and when he came out with his
instructional video, I really began to put it
together in a way that really smokes! Because of
this, I have been lucky enough (and overly
privileged enough) to play on stage sort of as a
guest with some top guitarists and have had more
fun than you can believe. Thanks Riders!parady
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